She left on Thanksgiving
Some thanks.
Returned on Christmas Eve
Only to leave again
Some gift.
Finally she went at midnight
On the last day of December
Some new year.
Now I’ll be free to love
Afresh on Valentine’s
That’s some message.
My word is goddess It's not an invitation But a prophecy
Inspired by Folk, Blues, Psychedelic Rock, Krautrock, Electronica, Punk, Industrial, and Noise Rock I make music alone and with friends since 1998.
Photography: Every story has a picture and every picture has a story.
through the darkness there is light
poetry of Stephanie McManus
Lifelong learner and blogging enthusiast
We only live once. Hence, let's not stop dreaming
Poetry, stories and some random words...
Ideas, opinion, tips, advice, inspiration, and motivation of daily life.
A pitch + moodboard event for writers.
Benjamin Grossman 
Wonderful ♥️
Thanks a lot!
A poem! How wonderful. Great work with this 👏👏👏
Thanks. It’s words at least.
A sense of liberation.
Possibly so.
The anonymous comment was from Cassa Bassa
Thanks 🙂
I’m sorry to hear that, Ben, but I hope you get some great poetry and music out of it 🌸
Yes, will focus on art and creativity again. It’s a good source of hope.